The devil has too many vests

Yan Weilou woke up amidst a commotion.

There was a hard bed under him, and the air around him was filled with a faint scent of grass and trees. When he opened his eyes, he saw a whitish blue bed curtain.

Everything is simple, old and clean.

This place is no longer the Prince Qi's Mansion that trapped him for ten years.

"Although I had planned to leave Shengjing long ago, I never thought it would be done in such a way."

It has to be said that this somewhat disrupted his original arrangement.

"I don't know what's going on with Dayong now..."

At the last moment, Yan Weilou did not hide anything, and forcibly inserted himself into the battlefield with his true colors. Not only did he offend both the Beidou Demon Palace and Dayong, but he even snatched away the Hanhai Token that countless people in the world longed for.

And now that he, Prince Qi's son, disappeared inexplicably, I am afraid that many people will be eyeing the Prince Qi and his wife who are far away in Qi. Thinking about it makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

Even those who have had friendship with him in Shengjing City may be checked from the inside out.

But Yan Weilou was not worried.

Not to mention that the celestial being of the Dayong royal family is about to leave the customs, and if there is a celestial being sitting in Shengjing, who would dare to make a mistake?

It doesn't matter even if there are some people who will do whatever they can and risk their lives.The only ones who have some kind of friendship with him on the surface are Xiaoyao Louzhu and Xue Hanshan.The latter, as the son of a powerful man, was protected by the Dayong royal family.

As for the Xiaoyao Building, including the people in the building, it is just a tool in his hands after all. If there is nothing wrong, it is good, and it doesn't matter if it is destroyed, just change to a more suitable tool.He is very fond of Yinkuimen.

He pushed open the door and smiled slightly against the sky.

It's still early, and everything seems to be in a state of chaos that is about to wake up.In the dim light, the yard was empty, only a withered old tree stood silently under the wall, and on one of the branches, there was a half-bloomed, slightly pinkish white flower, which seemed to be smudged by the sun. girly cheeks.

"What a beautiful day."

Yan Weilou stepped up to the tree, stretched out his hand and broke off the branch, then flicked his wrist, and pulled a sword flower.

His pitch-black sleeves fluttered like ink clouds, and the thin branch drew a trail of clouds and smoke in the air, sometimes like lightning, sometimes like passing water.

Following this trajectory, the branch in Yan Weilou's hand was shattered inch by inch, and the unopened flower was moved by the true energy, floated up from the end of the treetop, and bloomed in an instant.

It fell into the palm of a pale and thin hand.

——But within a few breaths, the door of another room suddenly opened, and Su Xinghan stepped into the courtyard with one step, and with a flick of his hand, he picked up the flower that was about to fall into the palm of his hand.It's like fishing for the moon in the water, it's natural.

"The weather is really nice."

He lowered his head and stared at the white and pink flower in his palm, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The flowers are nice too."

"If you like it, I will send it to you."

Yan Weilou flicked away the dust from the non-existing branches with his fingertips, turned around and said with a smile: "This ancient tree is almost dead, this flower is probably the only place where there is a little vitality, and it is not ordinary."

Su Xinghan said: "It's really unusual."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped the petals with his fingertips.A gust of icy cold qi spit out, and the condensed white qi turned into thin frost.

That fresh flower was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost bit by bit from top to bottom, and finally was completely frozen.At first glance, it is still crystal clear, full of shyness.

He carefully put it away.

The cold air disappeared quickly, his palms were dry, and even the hem of Su Xinghan's clothes was not stained.

"What a subtle technique..." Yan Weilou silently watched this scene, his eyes lit up, and he said in his heart, "This person's control of his true energy is already meticulous."

Yanwei Tower has already penetrated the bridge between heaven and earth, and stepped into the first realm of insight "Tongyou". Although Su Xinghan's cultivation level has not been mentioned, it looks unusual.

In the realm of both of them, they can freely breathe in the aura of heaven and earth to survive, and they no longer have to rely on food to supplement energy like ordinary people.Therefore, both of them seem to be full of energy.

After exchanging views on this secret realm, Yan Weilou suggested:

"After all, this is just a remote village. Even the most powerful people have never broken the tenth shackles. There are many things that we don't know much about. If we don't get any clues about the Hanhai Order later, we can only go to Fucheng."

Su Xinghan could do nothing about it, so he nodded in response.

The two were talking, and the voice outside became louder and louder.The uproar almost became one.

"what happened?"

Looking at each other, the two quickly left the courtyard.

After leaving the courtyard, the two discovered that a white lantern was hung on the door of every household in the village at this time, and a group of villagers gathered together with panicked faces.

As soon as Yan Weilou walked into the crowd, he heard a young and angry male voice: "Demons really deserve to die. One day I will cultivate a way and wipe out these beasts!"

The one who spoke was a young man in his 20s who was dressed in a strong blue suit. His facial features were handsome and he was aggressive. A sword hung from his waist, which was incompatible with the painting style of the whole village.

"Qilang, don't talk about it, the monster is cruel, how can you deal with it?"

"Yeah, it's a blessing to be able to come out alive."

All the villagers said what they said.

Yan Weilou found someone casually and asked, "May I ask what happened?"

The villager's face was panicked: "Something happened! Something happened in Qingyang Prefecture!"

"A month ago, the Palace Master failed to break through, died and disappeared, and no one was at the core of the Qingyang Mansion Formation... This news was somehow leaked out. Qingyang Fucheng will soon send monster soldiers to raid the nearby villages!"

The villagers were as anxious as ants on a hot pot: "How can this be good? The monsters are cruel, and they will definitely slaughter the villages and villages, leaving no one alive!"

"Why did such a good person like the master go! God is not open!"

When the news spread, there was an uproar.Like Yan Weilou, some villagers who just heard the news were full of disbelief.

"It's true." The young man called Qilang fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands in pain, "I was escorted and killed by my seniors before the demon tide completely surrounded Fucheng. Come out and deliver the news to everyone."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Only then did Yan Weilou notice that the clothes on the back of this man had been completely soaked red with blood.

Yan Weilou sighed imperceptibly: "This is too coincidental."

... Just as he was thinking of going to Qingyang Fucheng to find out the clues of Han Hailing, Fucheng was surrounded by demon tides.

Although the incident happened suddenly, the people in this secret realm grew up in such an environment after all, and have experience in dealing with monster tides.Immediately, the village chief and others rushed to the ancestral hall to activate the formation to defend against the monster tide.

After all, Yan Weilou and the two are outsiders. When it comes to this kind of confidential place, of course they will not be boring to follow, so he stepped forward to help the young man up, and said softly: "This friend, come with me, I think You are seriously injured and in urgent need of medical attention."

Because he didn't know much about this world, he couldn't rashly take out the elixir of Shenzhou Haotu, so he just mixed people into the yard.Hearing Fang Qilang's own admission that the elixir on his body was exhausted, Yan Weilou pretended to take out an inconspicuous healing elixir from his pocket.

Healing comes first, and then it's much easier to start the conversation.This person is obviously more knowledgeable than those villagers, and his status does not seem to be ordinary.

Sure enough, after Yan Weilou just asked, Fang Qilang said frankly: "To be honest, although I was born in Fangjia Village, I entered Qingyang Mansion to practice since I was a child."

Seeing the curious faces of the two of them, he took the initiative to tell many things in Fucheng one by one. Although no secrets were involved, just some basic information was enough.

In the end, he shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that the Fucheng is now surrounded by monsters, and it is in danger. If not, I would like to invite the two of you to visit the Fucheng."

Yan Weilou suddenly asked: "Before I vaguely heard that there is a big monster entrenched on the road from here to Fucheng, it seems that it can no longer pass?"

Fang Qilang was stunned for a moment, and said: "Are you referring to the owner of Xuandong Mountain? I heard that she once infiltrated the human world, but was betrayed by human men. From then on, she only loved to snatch handsome men and break up loving couples. Demons are not the same..."

As he spoke, his tone paused slightly, and his eyes subconsciously swept over the faces of the two of them: "With the appearance of the two of you, it's probably rare to pass Xuandong Mountain."

Yan Weilou nodded: "By the way, there is one more thing I want to ask."

Fang Qilang was very polite and said with a smile, "Please tell me."

Without Yan Weilou opening his mouth, Su Xinghan understood what he meant, took out a token and put it on the table, and asked, "Do you recognize this token?"

The token is no more than the size of a palm, with black gold as the base, and two big characters in ancient style flying like dragons and phoenixes written on it, with a faint golden light shining in the sun.

Fang Qilang sat up straight almost subconsciously.

"This, this is..."

"It seems you know it."

Yan Weilou finally showed a sincere smile in his eyes, a scimitar slipped out of his sleeve without a sound, and rested on the opponent's neck without a sound.

He smiled slightly: "That's really... great."

He suddenly turned his face, not to mention Fang Qilang, even Su Xinghan was taken aback.

In the next moment, Su Xinghan shot without hesitation, and an illusion directly enveloped the entire courtyard. From the perspective of others outside, they would only think that the three of them were communicating normally, and at the same time, they had the effect of trapping the enemy.

He nodded seriously: "In this way, you don't have to worry about other accidents."

Fang Qilang, who was resting on the neck with a knife, was shocked, and said quickly: "What are you guys doing? Could it be a spy sneaked in by a demon?"

"It's you who has the problem." Yan Weilou stood up and looked down at him with a smile, "The flaw is too obvious, and it may be because your performance is too careless."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Su Xinghan, with a hint of surprise and admiration: "I guess Mingguang also found out his problem, right? You actually set up the illusion so neatly. I thought you wouldn't notice it based on your personality." Woolen cloth."

"...?" Su Xinghan glanced at him, but did not refute.

"Can you tell my concubine...what are the flaws?" Fang Qilang said suddenly, but the voice was a soft female voice.

His eyes widened suddenly, showing uncontrollable panic, his body suddenly slid away from the blade like a snake, as if there was another person in his body controlling his actions.

The next moment, this handsome skin was suddenly peeled off from head to toe, and a plain white hand divided it into two halves from the middle like pulling out a curtain.

A woman covered in red veil came out of it, her red lips parted slightly, and she exhaled a puff of smoke in the direction of the two.